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wranx
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0 posted 2004-04-22 11:47 PM


Tonight, I learned that a colony of parrots
Has taken refuge in Brooklyn

After having escaped, forty years ago
When their crate was broken on the dock

I learned something else tonight as well
Or rather
Nearly did

But, that particular bit of new knowledge
Didn’t quite “take”

Though I can still taste it
The flavor of it escapes me

It was almost as if the fabric of it
Caught for a moment
On the hooks of my consciousness

Only to be blown fluttering away
Before the gust of some distraction

Leaving behind, but a scant few threads
As proof that I had learned it at all
However briefly

Though, I’ve become accustomed
To finding things missing

I find the list of things no longer remembered
Growing out of proportion
To the list of things I no longer have

What gate was left ajar?
To allow names and notions free to wander off

And dates that I have deemed important
Lose themselves into the pages of the calendar

The museum has been left open
The curator has taken a sabbatical

And I’ve lost a bit of knowledge
Before I had a chance to categorize it
Label it or even find a place to store it

I can only hope that “it”
Along with other bits of lost learning

Have been used to line nests
High atop lampposts and ledges

Giving some small comfort
To small green Brooklynites


"In looking Northward, I see a light"



[This message has been edited by wranx (04-23-2004 07:56 AM).]

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1 posted 2004-04-22 11:55 PM


"Though I can still taste it
The flavor of it escapes me

It was almost as if the fabric of it
Caught for a moment
On the hooks of my consciousness

Only to be blown fluttering away
Before the gust of some distraction

Leaving behind, but a scant few threads
As proof that I had learned it at all
However briefly

Though, I’ve become accustomed
To finding things missing"
...I don't know exactly what to say to this. It began with something that would leave an impression, a scattered bit of color. I enjoyed this and I'm saving it. Perhaps so I can study it, just to further understand... Thank you.

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2 posted 2004-04-23 01:58 AM


it takes a special writer to be able to write free verse like this....awesome piece
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3 posted 2004-04-23 02:22 AM


nice.

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4 posted 2004-04-23 03:52 PM


ummm...more than nice...

quote:
And I’ve lost a bit of knowledge
Before I had a chance to categorize it
Label it or even find a place to store it

I can only hope that “it”
Along with other bits of lost learning

Have been used to line nests
High atop lampposts and ledges

Giving some small comfort
To small green Brooklynites


The subtleness that you apply to it and all things that belong to the realm of intangible are found in this piece, Wranx.

All I can do is say, thanks...

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5 posted 2004-04-23 04:08 PM


As always, excellent work Wranx. We've got 5 parrots so this one is a special write.
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6 posted 2004-04-23 04:12 PM


enjoyed
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7 posted 2004-04-23 06:44 PM


wranx
LOL et tu.

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8 posted 2004-04-23 06:48 PM


good to read you again, this is amazing art....

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The way you move me
I walk with your shadow
With your silhouette
Leave the light on
It always comes
Back to you
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9 posted 2004-04-23 07:06 PM


Wranx~
I found a piece of myself in this penning~

'What gate was left ajar?
To allow names and notions free to wander off

And dates that I have deemed important
Lose themselves into the pages of the calendar'


Yes ... having searched many calendar pages ... I know this on a personal level~
*Huglets*
~*Marge*~

~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost,
the spirit rejoices over what it has left.
- Sufi epigram <))><

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10 posted 2004-04-23 07:29 PM


"I find the list of things no longer remembered
Growing out of proportion
To the list of things I no longer have"


~ Not only the entire poem, but especially this, I can relate to.


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11 posted 2004-04-23 10:18 PM


Good to see you here again...
Much enjoyed this wonderful piece of work.
Hugs~

To have lived the dream of a love so true...
   is to have seen a glimpse of heaven.

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12 posted 2004-04-23 10:37 PM


this reminds me of a dream i had back in the
summer of 2000 , its a long story but i will sum it all up for you . It was me driving an old style car maybe a cadi with the folding top back , i was driving out to washington
state area way up in the hills , mountains too , but i was there driving through the memory banks of the world , there were large tall arches but thick and almost tubular
but there were rows of them , and in then there was the information stored there, every event and every thing imagined , they were the memory banks ...i better put a lid on this dream it could get me in to deep
but , your write reminded me of where does all of these years and little moments go , the names and places , the little things said  while we speak to another ,
time for me to go ,thanks for the revival
-wolf

.......
JDW III

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13 posted 2004-04-25 01:14 AM


I like how you tied all of this together.  
It's a nice thought to have memory shorts go somewhere productive!  Very creative write.
       ~Sadie

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14 posted 2004-04-25 02:06 AM


I wave to them as they go: Goodbye, little fact! Goodbye, little thought! Nice to think that somebody, even a bird, might find a use for them...but I know I won't, so I just let 'em flibble away in the updrafts....

Got me going, you did -- nice work Ed!

Ed

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15 posted 2004-04-25 09:43 AM


You store those bits in your heart ... and with or without labels there they are ... part of you.
Great piece of writing, Ed!
Love, Margherita

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16 posted 2004-04-25 11:44 AM


Now that I know where all thos missing thoughts go...I'll be more careful, make sure they are suitable for a wee winged's nest.
Ed, I always enjoy where you take my mind.

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17 posted 2004-04-25 12:37 PM


Oh yes, terribly well said...love the part about losing it before you could categorize and store it...amazingly perceptive!

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.

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18 posted 2004-04-29 11:33 AM


the lock may be broken, but the gate loves the freedom of swinging in the breeze

"it's" never lost,just breaks free awhile to dance its way to newer destinations....

loved this write

Susan Caldwell
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19 posted 2004-04-29 01:42 PM


Sort of like waking up and only remembering that you had a dream that left you feeling a certain way, yet you can't remember it....

Sort of..

"cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind"
~Sarah McLachlan~

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